#shifting for aaron johnson

[liliesmultiverse]

changes i’ve made to the hp canon in my nepo baby reality because i fucking can (it’s mostly abt the marauders era) 🥱

1) a french woman named amélie dupont wrote the books.

2) snape doesn’t exist. sorry but i hate him. i’ve scripted that regulus actually lived in the books instead, became the spy for the order & is the potions professor. she’s a much better teacher and treats all her students fairly instead of bullying them. she wasn’t the one to tell voldemort of the prophecy though, it was actually peter.

3) regulus is a female (i wanted to be the fancast okay??). her full name is regulus ara black ii, she was born on december 24, 1960 in versailles, france, she had silver eyes & very curly jet black hair, she was in the year below the marauders at hogwarts, she’s a black cat animagus, she isn’t a blood supremacist & was forced into taking the mark by her parents

4) starchaser/sunseeker/jegulus is canon. they dated from james’ 4th year to half-way through his 7th year. they had matching necklaces charmed with each other’s magic. james’ necklace had a star pendant with regulus’ initials on the back and regulus necklace had a sun pendant with james’ initials on the back. after regulus became the spy, james had plans to divorce lily because he was still in love with regulus.

5) lily is a canon lesbian and she only married james out of religious guilt.

6) evan rosier & pandora lovegood are twins.

7) dorcas meadowes, evan rosier, pandora rosier, regulus black & emma vanity were all friends during their hogwarts years.

8) regulus is draco & luna’s godmother.

9) james wasn’t a bully in the books & since snape doesn’t exist, the “prank” never happened :3

10) pandora was the only other person that regulus told & they worked together for years trying to destroy it. after pandora died using an experimental spell on the locket though, regulus hid the locket in 12 Grimmauld Place.

11) peter canonically had unrequited feelings for james and that played a large part in why he joined the death eater’s.

12) it is canon that james & sirius only saw each other as brothers! i absolutely hate romantic prongsfoot so ofc i’m gonna make sure it doesn’t exist in the reality i’m permashifting to.

13) dumbledore is the hidden villain of the story.

[liliesmultiverse]

can this include movies too? because i’m extremely close to just making a script for kraven the hunter for… reasons i won’t say.

Can we normalising shifting to shows we haven’t watched…

[beadelmare]

i desperately need more boynextdoor!James fics

[messylxve]

burned hearts | aaron hotchner x reader

part three

content warning : psychotic break, gun, gunshots, injured reader, hospital/ER setting, sad love confessions, happy endings ( I love happy endings)

pt 1 pt 2

If the silence before was sickening, you didn’t even know how to describe it now. You spared him no words as you got out the car and made your way to your apartment.

Aaron only took that as a sign to follow a far distance behind.

Your apartment felt so fitting. It was an amalgamation of everything that reminded him of you and Aaron couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging in being there.

“I was forced to let go of three officers in the past year,” you uttered as you sat in front of your computer, typing away.

“Two moved away, one was let go for failure of a psych eval.”

Hotch frowned at that one. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, he leaned in close to get a good look at the screen.

“Pull up what you have on him.”

Your glance shifted over to him through your peripheral. He was close, his cheek nearly brushing against yours as his eyes stayed trained on the screen.

Catching yourself, you cleared your throat. “You’re breathing down my neck.”

Quicker than ever, Aaron backed away, clearing his throat as well.

You frowned, your attention now fully on him. “Martin Johnson, described as a family man, always talked about them in work when given the chance. But…”

Aaron looked over at you. “But?”

“They all recently passed. Car accident. Johnson was the only survivor.”

“How many people in his family?”

Your frowned deepened as the dot began to connect in your mind. “Four. His wife…two daughters…and a son.”

“Matches our victims.”

You looked up at Aaron. “He’s recreating his own family.”

Aaron fell silent in agreement. "Do you have an address?"

You nodded your head wordlessly. "Printing off his information now."

"Good, we need to get this back to the rest of my team as soon as possible."

He left your side as you waited by the printer and found himself lingering by the door to your office. His eyes trailed around the room, taking it in again. On a small side table, he saw a collection of pictures in frames of your family.

His face remained stoic, but he could feel the ghost of a smile creeping on his face seeing the pictures of you so happy.

However as his eyes dusted over each one, they snagged on something else: a slip of paper. It looked worn and old. Crumpled, folded, and possibly even cried on, multiple times over.

He would have passed it up had it not been for the pretty handwriting marking it.

'Aaron,' it read.

Instinctively, he grasped it. He held it with so much care, so much cautiousness as if it was to crumble in his hands.

He moved to open it, but it left his hands so quickly, snatched away by you.

"Don't touch my things," you grumbled, storming past him. "C'mon I have the information, we need to get back."

How could things have gone so wrong so quickly?

It was barely even half an hour ago that Aaron Hotchner decided to unturn the memories of a night you didn't ever want to touch again.

It seemed so major in those moments, but now, staring down the barrel of an unsub's gun, you found yourself rethinking every single decision you've ever made.

"Johnson." Your voice wavered as you released your gun from the holster, holding it in the air to show you meant no harm. "You don't want to do this."

"Don't tell me what I want!" His eyes were crazed and rimmed red. They shot all over the place, at the officers, the guns. At Aaron.

The fear clouding Aaron’s eyes squeezed at your heart. No one else could see it, but you did. You always did.

Finally, Martin looked back at you.

"All of you! Abandoned me! When I needed it most!"

"Johnson," an officer barked. "Back away fro—,"

"Get away," Martin screamed, stepping even closer to you, the gun pointed at the bridge of your nose. "Or I will shoot."

"No one is going to shoot, Martin," your words came out in a single breath. Despite the way your hands trembled so furiously, your voice never wavered. "I promise you, just put the gun down."

You saw the hesitation in his stance now. "My family was hurt," he cried. "No one helped me. I put them back together and no one helped me. And now! Now you just want to tear them away from me!"

"Martin."

Your eyes fell away from the man at the sound of a new voice. His voice.

"You didn't get the help you needed before, but we can help your family now. We can't do anything unless you put the gun down."

Everything slowed down in your eyes. You watched as Martin lowered the gun. No longer aimed between your eyes, you slowly let your arms fall to your side. Your attention fell to Aaron and you found a semblance of peace in the center of chaos.

It was calming.

You didn’t realize how much you yearned for that specific kind of peace. That kind of peace that only came from him.

But as quickly as that peace came, it washed away.

You saw the anger in Smith when he first heard the news of his pregnant wife's disappearance. You saw the anger in his eyes when you released him from the case. You saw the anger that burned away at his face when you threatened to withhold his gun.

Yet you never did. You should have taken it. Maybe that would have saved you.

You didn't know where or who the gunshots came from, but you know one of them hit you. You didn't know if you'd live or die, but you knew that between the stress of this case, the resurfaced emotions brought up from seeing Aaron again, and the impact of the gun, your body gave in.

The last thing you saw before it all went black was Aaron.

What a beautiful sight it was.

Aaron stayed by your side the entire time. He never left until he was absolutely forced to. Even then, he couldn’t find it in himself to be very far.

“How’s it looking,” Derek asked Rossi once he finally arrived to the hospital.

“l/n will be okay. Bullet only came in through the shoulder, so it’s a quick recovery.”

Morgan crossed his arms, leaning on the wall next to Rossi. “And Hotch?”

“What about him?”

Derek looked at the man further down the hall. His hands was clasped into each other and his knee bounced repeatedly as he recited unheard words to himself over and over.

“You’re kidding right?”

Rossi spared the man another glance, letting out a deep sigh. “I think he’ll be okay.”

“Are you Aaron Hotchner?”

Hotch doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast, but he was on his feet quicker than he could even process his actions. “I- yes—that’s. That’s me.”

The nurse smiled softly. “She’s asking for you.”

Rossi could help but let out a chuckle watching Aaron hesitate before opening the door.

No words could sum up what Aaron felt. He supposed fear would be an appropriate word, but it wasn’t all fear. He felt as if an accumulation of all of his life choices waited behind that door.

In a way, it was.

With a final anxious breath, he pushed the door open.

On the other side, there he saw you. You looked oddly uncomfortable. You squirmed in your hospital bed and chewed on your fingernails as you waited for him. And when you saw him, you sat up straight and cleared your throat awkwardly, almost presenting yourself to him.

It reminded Aaron so much of when he first met you. That authoritative Chief of police personality had faded away into this. Something so vulnerable and fragile.

“Aaron…hi.” Your voice was so soft now.

“Hi.” His sigh died upon his lips when he saw you. “Can I…,” he motioned for the chair next to you.

“You don’t have to ask to sit Aaron.” You couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, but that smile faded just as quick as it came, pain shooting up your arm.

“Don’t hurt yourself trying to make me laugh.”

You watched him as he pulled a chair up to your bed. You couldn’t help but notice the way your hand twitched, almost as if he was holding himself back from grasping your own. Well the one that wasn’t tied back by a sling.

The two of you sat in silence, the both waiting of the other to say something.

You invited him in with hope the words would magically come to you, but you felt the seconds tick by and all you did was get lost in his eyes.

His eyes were brown, but to you it never felt like just brown. It was that gentle shade that for a major portion of your life, you felt so much solace in.

Painfully, your eyes broke away from his saddening ones.

“I…I don’t know how to do this.”

You didn’t see it, but you could practically feel the way Aaron’s eyebrows dipped down in confusion.

“Do what?”

“This,” you tossed your free hand up in exasperation and glared at the fabric of your blanket. “I—, I had so many things I wanted to tell you, I need to tell you but…I don’t even know which words to start with.”

You didn’t know what to expect from him. Some part of him expected you to walk away like you did him, but instead, you found his warm grasp engulfing your own.

He held your hand with such a gentle hold, you couldn’t help but squeeze it to ensure it was really there. Your eyes moved up slowly, meeting his with hesitance and when you finally met his devastating browns, your heart broke for the thousandth time that day.

“I think you already know the words you need to say.”

He didn’t have to say its name for you to know what he was talking about. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded to bag where your clothes would be.

Wordlessly, Aaron let his hand abandon yours to stand. You watched him sift through your things until he pulled out that infamous piece of notebook paper from your abandoned pant pocket.

He moved at an unbearable pace back to you, gave the note a once over, and passed the paper to you.

Back in your hands, you had this great urge to burn it, or throw it, or drown it away so you’d never have to face it. But you knew that it wouldn’t matter anyways.

“You know,” you breathed out. “You’d laugh but I think I’ve read this so many times, I think I memorized it. I-,” your voice cracked, tears found themselves fight their way to the surface. “I don’t think I even need this.” You waved the note in the air before letting it slap down onto your leg.

“I’m not forcing you to read this,” he reassured, placing a tentative hand on your knee. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yes, I do.” Your words came quick. You weren’t sure about much anymore but you were sure about this at the very least. “You deserve an explanation for why I left. Why I really left.”

You didn’t open the note. You didn’t even touch it. Instead, you found a sense of fleeting comfort in staring into the empty space between Aaron and the door.

“Aaron,” you recited. “I feel like I need to preface this by telling you that I don’t expect some grand response out of this. I don’t expect you to feel obligated in reciprocating my feelings and I certainly don’t expect you to feel the need to choose anything.

I’m telling you this because I consider you my best friend and I believe, best friends do not and should not lie to each other. I can’t live with this weighing on me anymore and that is why I’m telling you this.

I…love you Aaron Hotchner.

I love you in a way a best friend shouldn’t love a best friend. And it hurts.”

You didn’t even notice the tears now streaming down your cheeks until a sob broke free from your breath. Your unopened letter laid free on your lap now as you moved to wipe your tears.

“It hurts so much, but I need you to know this because last night was a mistake. Not because I hated every moment of it, I didn’t.

It was a mistake because I’ve been lying to you. It was a mistake because I, as a best friend was supposed to help you grieve your breakup with Haley. Not throw myself at you in a moment of vulnerability.

I’m telling you this in hopes of moving past this because in the end, if I were to do something stupid, something I truly regret, I fear that I’d lose you and that…that would probably break me beyond repair.”

Through your own tears, you realized you had managed to successfully avoid Aaron’s eyes for the entirety of your monologue.

“How ironic of me,” you attempted to laugh off when the silence was just too much to bear.

“You’re doing it again,” Aaron noted.

You stopped yourself, looking down and then back at him. “I know.”

You watched as he process everything he heard. He blinked once. Then twice. Let out a breath of air and let his brows sink barely half an inch lower. “Do you know what I’ve always admired about you?”

This caught your attention.

“What?”

“You’ve always been so selfless. You worried so much about the happiness of others and it shined through in your best moments.”

It was now your turn to shake your head in confusion. “I don’t un—,”

“Please. Let me finish.”

“Sorry…”

You felt his hand leave your knee and find your hand once more. “But, it’s also always been your downfall. You’re so selfless, you forget to put yourself first. It always killed me to see you do it but I never said anything about it because I was young and stupid…”

You moved to disagree with that but he shot you a knowing look.

“I know things now that I wish I had half a brain to fathom then.”

He took your hand and joined it with his other do that now your hand fully disappeared into his own. “More than half of those things are how I feel about you. Us”

Your brows dipped down in vulnerability. “Us?”

“Yes. Us. I don’t know where we stand nor do I know where we go from here, but I know I’d rather figure it out with you in my life than acting like I never knew you at all. Because I love you.”

A final tear fell upon your smiling lips. “You love me?”

“Always.”

taglist: @mackannkees @gghostwriter @person-005

A/N: This is my first criminal minds fic so PLEASE leave criticism, I wanna know how I can improve

[tangerinesilk]

BACK UP PLAN • TANGERINE x FEM!READER

they think you’re the diesel, but you know who took the case. too bad for you that tangerine, a guy from your past, likes to shoot first and ask questions later. as fun as that is, you quickly team up to figure out who took the case and what terrible fate they’ll meet... and of course, rehash your complicated past.

rating ✷ r (18+ only, minors dni!)

tropes ✷ enemies to lovers (but still enemies), pwp, cheeky banter, loud gf/quiet bf, butchered british slang, kind of mr. and mrs. smith energy, two idiots with one task

warnings ✷ cursing, violence being the answer, guns & knives, switch!tan x switch!reader, bathroom sex, fingering, quick p in v, lots of begging, exhibitionism, mention of hands/rings (my kink lmao)

word count ✷ 3.7k

a/n ✷ my first tangerine fic :D just feeding into my fixation and going down the aaron johnson rabbit hole again. wasn't expecting to do some bullet train writing, but..... here it is. there will be no part 2! hope y'all like it and feedback is always welcomed!

Shit was going down and surprisingly, it was not by your doing.

With your back pressed against the wall of the luggage holding, you could only hope the short but thick curtain covered your figure enough that anyone who passed wouldn’t see you. As you attempt to keep your breathing low and quiet, it hitches when you hear the sudden sound of automatic door opening.

“We need to find the cheeky fucker who took our case. Swear to God, I’ll bash his head in when I find him.”

That’s a thick accent you don’t forget. You don’t want to peak, but you can see the West Ham sticker on the back of his phone. 

It can’t be him. No, no…

“Lemon, I’ve gone up and down this train for the umpteenth time. I’m ‘bout ready to shoot any sleazy bellend who looks at me funny.”

Tangerine?

He was the only person you’ve been able to outrun yet here he was, only a few inches away and knowing damn well he would know how to tear into you for what happened in Copenhagen. Long story short, it ended with you tossing his favorite gun into the river and it’s made an even bigger target on your back.

While you do wear a mask that seals your identity during your heists, you prayed he didn’t remember eyes since you lost your only form of disguise when fighting the Prince. Just like you, she uses her looks to her gains, able to manipulate anyone by batting her eyelashes. She was the one with the case, and knowing her past, she’d blame it on someone else and you were most likely high up on the list.

“Alright, then. Let’s keep lookin’ for the bastard.” He said before hanging up.

You cover your mouth, your glare remaining steady on him before he takes a pause. His blue eyes search around the cart, huffing until you hear the other automatic door open. You fully step out of the small luggage spot and catching your breath, “I have to get off here.”

As the next stop was coming to a halt, a force pulled you back into the bathroom from an arm snaking around your waist. You couldn’t even gather your thoughts before feeling a cool metal pressing against your temple.

“Now I can only think of two reasons a girl like yourself is hiding behind a bunch of suitcases. One, she’s got a bit of a dickhead of a boyfriend or two, she’s got my fuckin’ case.”

You smirked, “If I had it, I would have hid better, don’t you think?” You hoped to fool him.

“Oh, darling. You think I’m that stupid, why don’t you just–” He turned you around to look into your eyes, and unfortunately, he had seen them somewhere, “Oi, where have I seen you before?”

“I’ve never met you before in my life, now if you’ll excuse me…” You trailed before he shifted to stand in front of the doorway, placing his gun on the sink counter.

“As much as I’d like to believe that, darling... you’re not going’ anywhere until I get my answer.” He said with an assertive tone, his jaw obviously clenched and his eyes piercing blue.

With his one hand on the trim of the sink and the other against the wall, he towered over you with his tall stance. He acted intimidating but you knew deep down there was hidden softness to his personality. ‘Warmer the closer you got’ type of shit.

Your eyes shifted from his eyes to his chest, hard to not stare with his first button undone and gold chain disappearing into his shirt. Able to display a poker face, Tangerine was still racking his brain around where he had seen those eyes before. He couldn’t place the last time he saw such a color.

I guess what you failed to mention is that something else happened in Copenhagen. To summarize, it involved a skin tight dress, a hotel key card and a getaway plan by dawn. What threw him off now was that you weren’t sporting the same short, auburn wig you sported that night you tried to get his attention.

“How am I supposed to give you an answer that I don’t have? You’re in my way.” You protest.

“And you’re not a very good liar, are ya?” He huffed, “Now, if you don’t have my case then who does?”

Not giving a second more, you pulled out your own gun tucked in the waist of your skirt, pushing it against his bare chest, “I think you better stay out of the way before you really get hurt.”

He didn’t bat an eye, but his eyes took a second glance at the tattoos drawn on the side of your middle finger and the top of your knuckles. Suddenly, he placed those hands from memory and the image of them running down his chest struck his mind. He looked back into your eyes and remembered how they kept steady contact as your tongue glided down his body.

“It’s been a while since Copenhagen, yeah?” He said, clenching his jaw once more.

Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t have doubted him so much.

“Well you’re not fooling me this time.” He grunted, quickly taking your gun while your guard was down for a split second, “I’ll give you one last chance, love. Tell me where the case is and maybe, I’ll be and gentleman and just escort you off at the next stop.”

“So cute how you’re trying to threaten me yet use a pet name. Guess I just know how to get to your soft spot, Tan.” You grinned, placing your hand on his cheek.

Mesmerized, a gloss smooths over his eyes before his phone vibrates in his pants pocket.

“Do you wanna get that or have me reach in there?” You taunted.

He replied with an eye roll, but quickly answered. “Yeah, what?” Tangerine answered, his eyebrow cocked.

A low voice told him that they needed to see proof of the case at the next stop or things could go south. Tangerine quickly hangs up during mid-threat, and you twist your lips.

“Since you can’t find your case, I assume you’re the one getting off at the next station.” You smirked, “Glad we got to catch up.”

“No, no, you little pain in my ass. You’re gonna put on a nice smile for these massive dickheads and stall with me…” He tilted his head a bit, “As far as I know, you know where the case is so I’ll be attached by the hip to you for the rest of the lovely ride to Kyoto.” Tangerine yammered on.

You rolled your eyes but he held your chin, making you look him in the eyes, “I’m sorry, does that bother you now?”

“Hmm, no. Just kind of sweet to know you haven’t forgotten about me.” You purposefully teased, your palm running down his chest before opening another button of his shirt with your one hand. It was a tactic to get under his skin, hoping to get some sort of reaction.

“You’re some tease who left me in Copenhagen, I’ve dealt with shots to the fuckin’ chest. You really think highly of yourself, don't ya.” He deflects but glances at your soft lips. 

You grinned, placing your hand on his cheek, “I don’t think I have to remind you of how low I’ll stoop to get a job done… or kneel.”

Tangerine felt your hand moving through the back of his hair, carding his loose curls before pressing your foreheads together. The tip of your nose brushed against his, your lips barely touching until the train came to a slow stop.

“Well, I guess it’s time to put on a good fucking act.” You huffed, pulling away and Tangerine didn’t realize he forgot to take a breath.

♡ ♡ ♡

He turned around, opening the bathroom door in one swift motion and the two of you stood by the exit. After quickly texting Lemon that he was going to stall, he gives you a look again– this time, his eyes shifting up and down your body, noticing the tear in your stockings. He knew you were up to something, but resisting the urge to press you up against a wall was making him ache a bit.

As the train door opened, Tangerine took a step toward you, “If anything goes down, you get behind me and get back on. Other than that, follow my lead.”

You nodded, “I have limited options… how generous of you.”

The two of you step off the train, and looking around for the men you’re asked to meet. As passengers got on and off, there was a small group that came your way and you stood next to Tangerine as they got closer.

“Where’s the case?” The tall one asked, standing center of the three other men.

“Lemon is keeping it safe right now.”

“Then who’s this?” 

Tangerine glanced at you, shrugging, “I’m a professional, I’ve got my back up… Peach.”

You wanted to narrow your eyes at him with a burning stare, but you maintained your composure to convince them. It was one step closer to getting the case, and it wasn’t the worse operative name.

The four men chuckle at it, and you cross your arms from the reaction, “So, are we done here?” You asked, “We’ve obviously got places to be now since your boss is up our asses about his case.” 

At first, they replied with scowls until Tangerine took a step in front of you, your chest basically touching his back.

“‘Cuse her attitude, it’s been a long night.” Tangerine acted as if he were in charge of you, “But, we’re all good now. The plan is still Kyoto, ta-ra now.” He faked a grin, pushing you toward the door as the alert sounded for boarding.

Before you knew it, the train was moving and the both of you plopped into two empty seats in the quiet car. As you watched Tangerine type out a text to Lemon, you scoffed, crossing your arms as you faced the window out to the city life of Japan.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well, Lemon still hasn’t found the person with the case… fucker could have gotten off without us knowing.” 

You turned your head, “So, that’s means I’m off the list of the accused?”

“...I just don’t trust you.” He trailed, slipping his phone back into his pants pocket.

“Aw, still a little hurt from our last encounter?” You pouted, “Didn’t take you for such a softie, Tan.”

Tangerine clenched his jaw. He had little patience for your sass, but it was fun to fuck with him. You gently placed your hand on the top of his thigh, hidden under the table, and refused to lose eye contact with him. There were four stops left so, it was time to put a spontaneous plan B into motion: make him let his guard down for you.

You batted your eyelashes, “Tell me, do you still think about our night together? I didn’t mean to leave so quickly, but we had something… yeah?” You taunted him, your hand moving up his thigh. Just as your fingers were going to unbutton his pants, Tangerine quickly grabbed your wrist and put it back on his knee.

“You wanna play games, darling?” He grunted, “Then, I’ll play your game.”

You couldn’t help but admit that your heart beat against your chest, like the air in the cart had been sucked away and before you knew it, his right hand was running up your thigh until he ripped the rest of your stocking. You almost gasped, not wanting to attract attention, but he pulled it enough where your panties were exposed.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love.” Tangerine said under his breath as his hand entering between your legs. Once he pushed the black lace to the side, his two thick fingers entered your slit. The hand you had on his thigh suddenly met the wrist of his hand working your pussy.

His blue eyes softened, feeling how wet you already were and how you tried to restrain from arching your back against the seat. Being in plain light, you bit your bottom lip and concentrated on the scene passing by– obviously, not easy to focus on when Tangerine is gliding his fingers in and out of your wet slit. You could scream, knowing how deep they were from feeling his cool rings against your skin.

“I’d rub your clit, but I’d hate to make you cum right here… in front of everyone.” He looked around, as if he weren’t edging you, “You don’t really deserve to anyways.”

You took one big gulp, your hand gripping the arm rest now and you let him keep going. For as long as he wanted to and however fast he wanted to. As big of a talk you made, you were suddenly puddy in his hands– quite literally– and God, you didn’t want him to stop.

He pressed his lips against your ear, “Are you close?”

“Hmm.” You could barely let out a word, “N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me now so you can cum.” He chuckled.

Just like that, he quickly pulled his hand away and he saw how his fingers were coated in your glistening cum. As he went to place them in his mouth, you pulled his wrist and tasted your own cum on your tongue. 

All he could think was, “Fuck, her tongue is soft…” and reminisce the memory of his dick pushing down your throat.

You kissed his fingers before setting his hand back on his lap, and he watched you pant. Such a beautiful mess, he thought again.

Pushing your skirt back down, you crossed your legs as you ran your fingers through your hair. “You fucking ripped my nice tights…” You huffed, pulling the band from the waist and pulling them down your legs. You balled them up as you put your shoes back on, and stuffed them between the wall of the train and the seat.

You blew a breath past your lips, “Alright, that was fun but I gotta go.” You gulped, attempting to get up but he pushed your leg back down so you basically say back down.

“You’re stayin’ right here.” He said, not looking at you but around the cart, “Because the next stop, you’re gettin’ off… not like how you did right now but-”

You cut him off, “What?” You scoffed, your cheeks feeling heated, “No, I’m not getting off this train until I have the case!”

You didn’t mean to spill your own secret, but your guard had been put down. Shit.

He smirked, “See, I knew you had somethin’ to do with the case. Now you’re definitely gettin’ off at the next stop or I’ll-”

Cut off again, he sees Lemon walking down, also without the case in hand, and Tangerine quickly gets up. He met him halfway in the aisle, so you got up to see what was going on and if it was about the case.

“Who’s this? Looks familiar…” Lemon trailed as he pointed at you, then back at Tangerine.

“She’s no one-”

“Actually we passed each other in Copenhagen. You called me an Emily.” You grinned, tilting your head.

“Ah, yes. Emily, very kind but a tad bossy…” Lemon nodded but then narrowed his eyes, “Lookin’ for the case too, yeah?... unless you have it and we’re runnin’ around like headless chickens.” You could see his hand reaching into his jacket.

“I wish. Trust me…” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah, and she was just leaving on the next stop. No business being around here, muckin’ about.” Tangerine said without looking at you again, just making eye contact with Lemon.

“You treat me like I’m incompetent yet I beat both your asses back in Copenhagen and managed to steal the getaway car. Why don’t you two leave and let me handle whoever has the case.” You shoved past Tangerine, “Fucking amateurs.” You muttered under your breath.

Lemon turned around, Tangerine behind him, “She’s definitely is an Emily.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, “I’ll go get take care of her. You check back down that way.” He clenched his jaw, pushing back his rolled sleeves.

♡ ♡ ♡

The door opened to the first class cart, already imagining your hands wrapped around the Prince’s neck once you had an eye on her. Dim orange lights lit your way, a few people asleep with blankets on top of them. 

Just as you came close to the lounge toward the end, a hand gripped your wrist. Before asking any questions, your other hand quickly swung down on the other’s wrist, thinking it was the Prince, but you were met with another set of bright eyes.

“Let go of me.” You muttered under your breath, not trying to get anyone’s attention.

Like deja vu, Tangerine pulled you into the bathroom and locked the door. It wasn’t as tight as the other passenger bathroom, but still had little room to move around with two people.

“Do I gotta tell you again?” Tan practically growled.

“You can’t tell me what to do. What do you want from me that you keep cornering me like this?” Your tone matched his.

He took a deep breath through his nostrils, and suddenly felt the tension. He couldn’t take his eyes from you, never admitting that he had been thinning about you since Copenhagen, so instead his lips met yours.

You weren’t surprised, but you missed his lips. You bit his bottom lip, your body relaxing as you fell into his arms. Your noses brushed together, foreheads close before you unbuttoned his shirt, your hands meeting his soft skin. It slipped past his toned arms, and he pressed your hips against the sink counter.

As you lifted your leg by his side, he put his hand underneath your knee to keep it high. Tangerine kissed and nipped at your neck after taking your shirt off, tossing it on top of the closed toilet seat. You ran your fingers through his messy curls, gripping them as you shared hungry kisses. His hard pressed against his slacks, rubbing against your inner thigh.

“You’ve got about four minutes, Tan.” You said between kisses, “I don’t know if you’re that fast.”

“You underestimate me, love.” He grunted, “It’s gettin’ a bit old.”

Suddenly, he hiked your skirt and you played along, spreading your legs enough for his body to move between them. He quickly unzipped his pants while his right hand rubbed your wet clit and the left hand against your neck. 

You giggled, biting your bottom lip before slipping the tip of his cock into your pussy. You held back your gasp, giggling instead to get a rise out of him, but it just made him squeeze your neck a bit.

“Almost forgot how big you were.” You pouted, but he thrusted inside of you. You audibly gasped, and kissed his thumb pressed against your bottom lip.

At first he was slow-paced, purposefully making you beg for it. He knew your weak spots yet his head fell against your shoulder, a light whimper escaping his throat remembering how tight your cunt was. He held your leg up again, giving him an angle to work with and his cock bottomed out inside your pussy.

“Fuck!” You croaked, “God, you’re so… big. Stretching me out so good, baby.” You whined.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” Tan cursed, his hips bucking as your skins slapped together. He was eager to make you cum, shattering in his arms and falling apart like he adored. His hand slapped against your ass cheek, kneading it the closer he got. 

You leaned your head back, rolling your eyes back and could see stars, Tangerine practically lifting you off your feet as your walls began to tighten around his hard cock.

“Please… please let me cum.” You begged, your eyes barely open, “I wanna cum. Please.”

“Gotta beg a little more, darling.” He gulped as his pace got faster, not realizing how strong he was, “Keep those pretty eyes lookin’ at me.”

You arched your back, “Ah, please!… I want your fucking cum filling me up. Make me cum all over your cock, baby.” Your pitch elevated, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

He grunted against your shoulder, giving it a small bite before saying, “Cum, cum for me, love.” He lighty gasped but tried to mask it by kissing your shoulder.

Your fingers pulled his messy curls, not able to explain the complete bliss running throughout every vein and nerve in your body. His hand covered your mouth just as yours covered his, muffing your defeated moans when the two of your released inside your pussy.

As you came down from your highs, the two of you let out tired chuckles. His cock was still inside you, feeling your warm walls as he shared one last sloppy kiss. 

Your thumb ran across his cheek, “Better than Copenhagen?”

He half-smiled, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Ultimately, you agreed to let them take it from there. It was two more stops, and the train was coming to it’s next destination. You and Tangerine stood by the door, watching it slowly open and your stubbornness was eating you up. Although it was a risk to get off the train, seemed there was more than the two of you looking for the case. If anything, you loss some pay.

“You better get off now.” Tangerine told you, the two of you watching people pass.

You hummed, “I know… hope you can tell me how it goes if we ever meet again.” You sighed, placing your hands on his chest. Your eyes met with his, and he furrowed his brows. You twisted your hips, taking a deep breath before quickly meeting your lips with his again. Tender and slow.

 As you pulled your face from his, you nodded, “Bye, Tangerine.”

He expected for you to pass, and he actually thought he was going to miss you.

Instead, you forcefully pushed him out the door and it closed him out from coming back in. You rolled your eyes, walking up to the window as you watched the train pull from the station.

“I really am good.” You smirked.

[youremyheaven]

vedic astrology observations

philosophical songwriters often have tropical virgo and pisces placements. many of them have jupiter ruled nakshatras. mrigashira nakshatra pops up a lot as well. all of these placements contribute to the contemplative nature of these natives, they are deeply reflective and take on an almost religious tone with regard to how they speak of things.

hozier- pbp sun + mercury, anuradha moon with ashlesha ketu

leonard cohen- uttaraphalguni sun, purvaphalguni venus, pushya ketu

sufjan stevens- ubp moon, mrig mercury, jup revati amk, punarvasu saturn amk, ketu in krittika

(in my previous post, i had mentioned how ubp & punarvasu natives love butterfly imagery and here's sufjan on stage with wings!!)

bob dylan- rohini sun and venus, krittika moon, mrig mercury, ubp ketu

bruce springsteen, uttaraphalguni sun, chitra moon+ mercury +ketu, swati venus, mrig rising

joni mitchell vishaka sun + mercury, pbp moon, punarvasu rising, mrig mars atmakaraka

2. Shatabhisha & Pushya natives make great teachers. They thrive in positions where they're able to empower and encourage others.

Sidney Poitier in perhaps his most famous role, as a teacher, in To Sir With Love. He has Shatabhisha sun.

Robin Williams, in one of his most iconic roles, as a teacher in Dead Poets Society (he also plays a teacher in Good Will Hunting). He has Pushya sun, Shatabhisha moon.

Aamir Khan plays a teacher in one of his most known roles in Taare Zameen Par. He has Pushya moon.

3. Fairy Godmother roles in cinema are often played by either Taurus rashi or Pisces rashi individuals

In the 1987 movie Maid to Order, the fairy godmother is played by Beverly D'Angelo who is Rohini moon

in the 1997 movie A Simple Life, Martin Short plays the fairy godmother. he has UBP stellium (sun, mercury and rahu)

1997's Cinderella has Whitney Houston playing the fairy godmother. she has Revati moon & jupiter (ive talked about pisces rashi's connection to butterflies before and look at how whitney's spreading her wings in this picture!🥺)

in 2015's Cinderella, Helena Bonham Carter plays the fairy godmother. she has Rohini sun & Ketu in Revati

Maleficent is played by Rohini sun, Revati moon native, Angelina Jolie

i've previously talked about how Rohini nakshatra is associated with shape shifting and transformation and Revati nakshatra is known as the wealth giving star. These two combined create the ability to deeply transform one's life, heal from old wounds and ways of living and rise to the high echelons of society. They're both known for creating wealth. it only makes sense that these natives would be chosen time and time again to play the "fairy godmother" responsible for transforming the lives of a virtuous person trapped in unjust circumstances

4. ive noticed that many mars ruled men (mrigashira, chitra, dhanishta) go after older women 👀 bharani is another nakshatra that pops up often (bharani is the meeting point of mars and venus)

my personal take on this is that mars influence makes natives interested in taboo and unconventional topics and areas. all 3 mars ruled nakshatras belong to the "servant caste" and bharani is an outcaste nakshatra. what this says is that these people have no desire or need to conform or adhere to the norms set by society. they don't care for the status quo and feel no sense of belonging to mainstream society so they simply do as they please<3

Ashton Kutcher, Dhanishta stellium (sun,moon & venus) was married to Demi Moore who is 15 years older than him. Demi is a Bharani moon.

Aaron Taylor Johnson has Mrigashira sun, Dhanishta moon and venus in Bharani and his wife Sam Taylor Johnson is 24 years older than him.

Hugh Jackman, Chitra sun (and mercury) and Mrigashira moon is married to Debora Lee Furness who is 13 years older than him.

Emmanuel Macron, Bharani moon is married to Brigitte Macron who is 25 years older than him

Nick Jonas, Bharani moon, Chitra venus and Ketu in Mrigashira is married to Priyanka Chopra who is 10 years older

Nick Offerman is married to Megan Mullaly who is 12yrs older than him. He has Mrigashira mercury atmakaraka and Saturn in Bharani amatyakaraka

Nick Cannon, Bharani rising was married to Mariah Carey who is 12yrs older than him

Blake Shelton, Mrigashira sun & venus, Jupiter in Bharani atmakaraka with Ketu in Bharani is married to Gwen Stefani who is 7yrs older

Roger Moore was married to Dorothy Squires who is 12 yrs older than him. He had Chitra sun & mars (amatyakaraka & atmakaraka)

5. others have made observations regarding how Jupiter influence blesses a native with voluptuousness. imo Jupiter, cancer rashi and Moon ruled nakshatras can make a native naturally busty.

Jupiter being the largest planet creates voluptuousness in its natives often blessing them with large breasts (obviously other placements will also impact your appearance) Cancer rashi because well, cancer rules the moon and the chest so its kind of a no brainer and honestly every cancer girl ik irl has a big bosom. Moon is yin and bestows its natives with a very curvy physique.

Christina Hendricks is Shravana moon

Billie Eilish is also Shravana moon

Emma Kenney is Vishaka moon with Ketu in Shravana

Ariel Winter is Shravana sun

Scarlett Johansson is Vishaka moon,rising and ketu

Katy Perry is vishaka moon & saturn

Jessica Simpson is Punarvasu sun & mercury and Vishaka rising

🐲🕊🧚🏼‍♂️👼🏼👸🏼🦋🦢🧜🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️🕊👼🏼🦋🦢🧜🏼‍♀️👸🏼🦋🦢🧜🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️👸🏼🦋🦢🧜🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️

Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post so I cant include more examples :( but look forward to pt 2 <3

[laylasverse]

🧁 🍩 & 🍭 for ur new ask game! which is amazing btw… working on your asks rn 😫🙏

sweet treat ask game ( 🧁 🍩 & 🍭 )

i'll be answering these in my better cr even though it is a mess rn

🧁 : CHEERFUL CUPCAKE . . . what makes you feel overjoyed to shift to your dr?

i’m so excited to make yt videos. my whole life i’ve wanted to make videos of my hobbies and adventures. i love film & movies. so combining that with my other hobbies, being a youtuber is like a dream.

🍩 : DAZZLING DONUT . . . what are the most impressive achievements you’ve accomplished?

i hit three million subscribers on yt only two years after making my channel because i started it after i got a little famous on tiktok. my first interview to reach ten million views was with timothee chalamet. he was being a silly guy and the internet tore it up. timothee & i were matching each other’s energy so the video was pretty entertaining.

🍭 : LOVABLE LOLLIPOP . . . what characteristics do you have that makes the internet / news outlets love you so much in your dr?

during my interviews with the internet’s favorite boy toys ( timothee chalamet, aaron taylor-johnson, chris evans, callum turner, jeremy allen white, paul mescal, damson idris & more ) i always get them giggling. they love seeing a different side to their favorite celebrities. it’s fun to see them not being so serious all the time. yk have them enjoying themselves a little bit.

plus my place on the internet has always been a space for people to come together and have a safe space to interact. i jump for joy every time i get comments that say something along the lines of my channel being a distraction from the chaotic world around them.

ꪆৎ : i'm not finished fully developing this dr but enjoy. sorry this is so late 💔

2025 ⓒ LAYLASVERSE.

[moonstruckme]

Okay guys you persuaded me, I watched bullet train for the first time last night! It really was so so good!! And I know when it came out everyone was losing their minds over Aaron Taylor-Johnson so when the movie started I was like trying hard to figure out what was so hot about him but he just wasn’t doing it for me and then he walked out of the train and lit a cigarette?? I understand now. Me and the friend I was watching with were both staring at the screen gobsmacked and I asked “did something shift for you just there?” and she was like “😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah”

[charity-reality]

guys i have a problem with making fame drs. rn i have seven, and once before i had ten. i fear that this is an issue far greater than me having the courage and determination to shift to twd.

i see a particular edit of an actor/actress that tickles my brain just right and i'm making a new dr.

currently i'm fighting the bars of my enclosure after seeing an edit of aaron taylor-johnson to dirty diana by mj, dubbed as THE sequel to the calvin klein edit.

send backup, this may get interesting.

[anjaelle]

White Light | Part IX

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Pairing: Ghost!Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Black!Reader Warnings: Purgatory, Darkness, Death, Creepy imagery Word Count: 1.7K Summary: No one can defy the natural cycle of birth, life, and death. Except...what if you really want to? A/N: Solo!Reader chapter but SUPER necessary as we go into the final part. Plus surprise new headers for this chapter and the final chapter. Yay!

[Part I] | [Part II] | [Part III] | [Part IV] | [Part V] | [Part VI] | [Part VII] | [Part VIII] | [☁Masterpost ☁] | [♫The Crimson Zombies Mixtape ♫]

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You always had the belief that the liminal space between the afterlife and the living was paper thin. It had to be. How else could someone get trapped in the space between the two?

It felt like you were falling for an eternity.

Someone was holding you. As they were roughly pulled away, they called your name...you think. But they were too far away for you to register what it was.

You just wanted to sleep, but the darkness wouldn't let you. Voices echoed around you, whispering indecipherable words in languages you barely understood. They overlapped. Some were yelling, some laughing. You heard a sob, and a scream, and angry shouting.

Through it all, you heard the hoarse, shallow breathing of an unknown thing. You could feel its hot breath on the back of your neck, you smelled the unmistakable stench of decay and blood. You remembered the image of the thing with many sharp teeth, dripping black spit, and wide yellow eyes, staring at you from the corner of a room. Lying in wait. For what? You didn't know. But it grinned at you as it passed your vision and circled you curiously.

"Oh...oh...oh...It's you, little fox...fox...fox."

Little fox...little fox.

You're not supposed to be here, little fox.

She's not sssssupposed to be here...here...here

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but there was nothing to open. You floated through the dark without a body, without pain, without care. Just thoughts. You weren't afraid, though you felt like you should've been.

You wondered how the voices knew you.

"I've always known you, little fox...fox...fox. As I knew your mother, and her mother before her....her...her."

Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?

The overlapping whispers stopped at all once, replaced with deafening silence. The many-toothed thing laughed sharply. If you could see it properly, you're sure it would've thrown its grotesque head back in jest. And when you turned to follow the sound, it merely circled you again, dancing out of reach.

"My brave girl, you know exactly where you are."

You didn't even know your own name, let alone where you were and what you were supposed to do. The many-toothed thing tsked.

"I told the boy he could not have you. His soul was mine to take," the thing let out a low, tired sigh, "Oh, but he latched onto you, little fox. As stubborn as they come. You and your mother are quite similar."

There it was again. You struggled to think of your mother, but her face was just a vague image in your memory. As if by request, an image flashed of a woman who looked incredibly familiar, sitting on the floor of a house with the apparition of a woman sitting across from her. They held hands as the woman who was presumably your mother whispered over a candle.

"She tried desperately to save her." The thing whispered, sorrowfully, "But I warned her that saving a soul would always require a sacrifice."

She shifted, and it was then that you noticed that she was pregnant.

Was that you?

"Yessss," the thing answered, circling you again, "I told her that she could save her friend. But only if I could have you. And she chose you--as any mother would. But, oh, she was not happy to lose her. It was no surprise when she stopped answering me. But I've always...always loved her. And I've always known you."

The sincerity in the thing's voice caught you off guard. Small flashes of memory resurfaced of your mother shoving boxes in the back of the closet and covering mirrors. You thought she'd gone mad.

You felt a pang of familiarity in your chest.

"You can't save the boy."

The boy? You struggled to remember a face. A name. You could only remember the feeling.

"You...cannot...save him. Let him go."

Why?

"What's gone is gone and cannot be retrieved."

You didn't believe that. You felt something shift. Like the space around you was charged with electricity. You knew you didn't have a physical body here, but you could almost feel the vibrations in the air where your fingertips would be.

Is time linear here? How long have I been gone?

"You need to move on, little fox."

No. I'm not done. I'm not ready. I'm...I have to do something. I have to at least try.

The thing sighed, the scent of death wafted over you. You'd grown used to it.

Suddenly you were blinded by a bright white light, and the liminal space was a hallway with dozens of doors lined up on either side. You could hear the humming of voices, the slamming of the doors, the echoes of passing spirits.

You looked down and found your body in its rightful place. The bloom of blood drenched the side of your shirt, though you could no longer feel the pain of the wound. The memories of what happened slammed into you and you fell to your knees, gasping for breath like you'd been submerged underwater. And as you tried to regain your bearings, you tried to remember everything you'd been taught. Your grandmother told you about this once. She told you about walking in the space between, looking through the doors.

To think you believed for years that everything about your family's legacy was bullshit.

The many-toothed thing appeared beside you, floating in a shadow and causing the lights of the hall to flicker as it passed them. Its long, sharp fingernail pointed down the hall to a door.

"Go, little fox."

"Where does that door lead to?"

It didn't answer. It simply pointed before shrouding its face in the shadows once more.

You hesitated, unsure of where this was going to leave you. You didn't have a heartbeat anymore, but if you did, you're sure you would've heard it in your ears. Your hands shook. You broke out into a run, knowing walking would just prolong the inevitable.

As the door drew closer, the air shifted. It felt warmer. Brighter. You shoved the door open and began falling again.

Down...down...down. Through a bright white light, and the overlapping voices calling your name.

One familiar voice shouted for you, but before you could answer, you slammed into something hard and blacked out.

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Your hearing was the first to return to you. Sort of. The ringing in your ears made your head pang, and you didn't even want to open your eyes. A low groan escaped your mouth. The wind was inevitably knocked out of you like you'd been hit by a truck. The strange, yet familiar humid cold in the air seeped into your skin and made you shiver, and you realized you weren't wearing a coat.

Why was it so cold?

"...Darling? Sweetheart? Are you alright?" The kind voice of an older woman pulled you into the present. You just wanted to lay down forever. Maybe take a nap. A few other voices joined in, asking if you were alright. Someone gently shook you.

You opened your eyes, squinting at the five faces floating into your field of vision. Unfamiliar, but concerned all the same. It suddenly struck you that they could see you. And touch you.

So you weren't dead?

As you worked to sit up, the older woman in a thick coat and nurse's scrubs gently held your back and guided you into the sitting position. She reminded you of your grandmother which gave you a strong level of comfort.

"There you go," she cooed softly, "easy now. That was a nasty fall, sweetheart. Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Her badge said New York Presbyterian, so you gathered she was just coming off of work. You felt a small pang of guilt for some unknown reason.

You cleared your throat.

"Yeah I'm fine, thank you." You struggled to get it out. Once it was confirmed that you weren't on the brink of death, the small crowd dispersed except for the woman who looked you over for signs of a concussion, no doubt. She took out a small light and checked your eyes.

"Do you know your name?" She asked. You told her, happy that you could remember it now.

"Do you know where you are?" You looked around, peering at the buildings in the north. The skyline looked...off. Different. You squinted, then turned to the south. You froze.

No...no no no.

Where the fuck was the Freedom Tower? Why was there a gaping hole in the skyline where a building should be? You felt your heart begin to race. The skyline wasn't right. It didn't look right.

"I-- we're in l-lower Manhattan. Right?"

"Good! Do you know the date?" You hesitated. How long were you gone? And how did you end up in the street? You looked down at your clothes and saw they were no longer bloody. What happened?

"Um...I don't...know." You admitted, sheepishly.

"Do you know the year, at least?" She coaxed in concern, a frown pulling at her mouth as she tucked one of her gray curls behind her ear.

"T-two...thousand..." You began. Your mouth couldn't even finish the sentence before she tutted and held your elbow.

"Okay let's get you to the hospital. You might be alright, but we wanna just make sure."

As you got to your feet, majorly disgusted by the fact that you had your head and hands on the nasty sidewalk, you grasped her hand.

"Can you please tell me what year it is?" You begged. The realization hit you in the chest at full speed.

"It's 2003, sweetheart." She answered, concern laced in her tone. "It's February 3rd, 2003."

So this was where the door led you.

You didn't want to believe it. You wanted to stifle the optimism growing in your chest, but you couldn't help the wide grin pulling at your lips. You probably looked like a crazy person.

A quick glance in a storefront window confirmed this. Your hair was a mess, you were wearing summer clothes in the winter, and you had a dazed look in your eye. But you were you. And you were HERE.

You had to find him. And FAST.

You are now entering...

NEW YORK CITY. 2003.

[merxxki]

‘ aaron taylor johnson, cisgender man, he/him, 35 / 350 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems soren vaelan grey (now “s.k. wolfe”) has finally made it to the capital, the third in command from the autumn court (once the night court) is said to be pragmatic and is said to describe themselves with the haunting echoes of a distant wolf’s mournful cry, bruised, bloodied knuckles clenched around a makeshift weapon, the distant, somber echo of a horn signaling a shift in power, and two intertwined silver chains resting on a weathered wooden table and with all of this in mind their volatile nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details.

full name:  singer kaldemar wolfe former name: soren vaelan grey nickname(s): wolfe date of birth:  October 31st gender: cisgender man pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: greysexual romantic orientation: demiromantic occupation:  third-in-command with the autumn court

physical appearance, etc.

faceclaim:  aaron taylor johnson height: 6'3 Scars:   too many - knife slashes, stab wounds, burns. clothing style:  whatever he pulls out of his closet. distinguishing characteristics:  he has the aura of someone on the brink of violence, intensely blue eyes, dark curly hair.

health.

mental disorder(s): mentally fragile, fractured mind with gaps in his memory sleeping habits:  poor unless he has a sleeping draught which he's addicted to sociability: he likes being around people, craves it even, but he does not like too much attention on him.

personality.

label(s):  the lone wolf positive traits:  resilient, cunning, strong and determined negative traits: stubborn, volatile, withdrawn likes:  dogs, books, writing, candles dislikes: the dark, enclosed spaces fears:  reuniting with his brother goals and ambitions: remove any threat to him, the court, or the people that have saved him. primary vice:  isolation primary virtue:  protective

family, relationships, etc.

mother: deceased father:  deceased significant other: none best friend: tbd sibling(s): Kalore | @shvdwscng

pet(s): a large wolf-hound he's named "friend"

head canons and/or backstory.

trigger warning: discussion of isolation, torture, memory problems

there was never any jealousy between him and his older brother, instead - soren grew up wanting to be at his brother's side, just like the typical annoying little brother but also to help him and cheer him on.

his family was not the most openly affectionate, but he had a personal calling to change that. he'd hug his mother, kiss his father on the cheek, and (attempt) to tackle-hug his brother. he was always openly loving and affectionate. he had big puppy energy.

his parents were sent on a mission that he & his brother knew was going to go wrong. this was the only time he spoke in anger towards his brother... he questioned why their family was serving the high ruler when the high ruler clearly thought they were disposable or worth risking. his brother went after their parents... he then went after his brother.

he was captured by a tribe of rogue fae who had a vendetta against the night court & the grey family. at first, he was going to be killed and sent in pieces back to the court... but he wouldn't break. it became a mission by his captors to break him, and it became his mission to survive.

he survived by locking himself away, doing what he needed to in order to make it from one day to the next. eventually, they set him against wild animals and other captive fae ... and he became little better than an animal.

they had broken him but it had taken so long that there was a strange fondness towards him from his captors... so he was given to a family who treated him like a working dog... and his job was to fight.

they thought he was tamed ... he wasn't. one night, due to overhearing a plan to target his brother, he systematically went through the camp and killed as many of them as he could before he ran ... but he didn't run to escape but to lure more to their deaths.

at death's door, he came to autumn. with a broken body, a broken mind -- it took time for him to heal. his parents once thought he would be an emissary due to his gift of mimicry, his skill at befriending, making deals and navigating the social sphere ... but he no longer could be the person he was before. he enrolled in the autumn court military in hopes of finding a warrior's death.

his beserker-like tendencies drew attention. people learned quickly not to ask too many questions about his past. the warning - his headaches - became the red flag to back off and back away. in the army, he operated with guerilla tactics, throwing away any art of war and idea of surrender. through this, he rose through the ranks - depending on those who came to be at his side and through that, they earned his loyalty.

wanted connections.

autumn court members who are willing & able to help him suppress his memories so he doesn't go completely feral.

someone who is able to get him out of his bloodlust and calm him down. (other than his brother...)

open to other suggestions && connections!

[liliesmultiverse]

i think i fucking shifted because i left my bathroom sink dripping last night bc it’s cold asf but my mom just told me it wasn’t this morning?? I KNOW FOR A FUCKING FACT I LEFT IT DRIPPING LAST NIGHT?!

nah, idc. i’m fucking counting it anyways. i’m counting that because i KNOW i left that fucking sink dripping. 😤

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Wyatt Barlow Species: Lamia Occupation: Fighter at the Grit Pit Age: 34 Years Old Played By: Elliott Face Claim: Aaron Taylor-Johnson

"Long pig tastes great with a nice aioli."

Wyatt Barlow was born in the bayou in 1990, hatching from a clutch of eggs not unlike his feral cousins, but he was the only one to survive the first year of life. Wyatt had adjusted quickly to hunting his own meals of bugs and frogs and easily outpaced his smaller clutch mates, and the rest were eventually eaten—either by himself, his mother, or other gators in the area when food proved scarce. He didn’t feel bad for them, and thrived in the swamps for about three more years by himself, with regular visits from his mother. Sometimes she looked like him; big and covered and scales and with a long maw full of teeth, and sometimes she looked like a smaller, softer, pink thing… a thing he would learn was called a human when she started to teach him how to look like one as well. It wasn’t easy at first, but eventually the juvenile managed a complete shift, and on that day, a toddler with a wild, curly mop of sandy blonde hair waddled out from the heart of the bayou to the cabin on stilts where his mother waited for him on the porch, beaming with pride.

Wyatt was a cunning child, growing faster and stronger than his peers and learning new things quickly. He had a sharp wit and a silver tongue, able to turn on the charm at a moment’s notice, squaring his shoulders and losing the laid back drawl that came from growing up in a home of Cajun-French speaking relatives. He was generally well-behaved—that is until one of his cousins, Marcel, and his folks moved in, having fallen on some hard times and needing a roof over their heads. Marcel had a mean streak, and was perhaps even more persuasive than his little cousin Wyatt. Do you wanna help make some money for the family? he’d asked. Wyatt and the extended family that lived in this bog had not really wanted for much prior to the expansion of their live-in family, but it seemed that now Wyatt’s father grumbled more and more about struggling to make ends meet. So he’d agreed to his cousin’s request out of a desire to help, and that’s where it all went wrong.

He was only eleven, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at his shifted form. And the people that ran those underground fighting rings for the supernatural didn’t know it either, because Marcel made sure that Wyatt never shifted back in front of anyone. All those years of living on his own in the swamp had made him tough, agile, and most of all, capable of handling himself in a fight. What did age matter, really? This arrangement went on for a while and Wyatt found himself enraptured by the praise and attention of strangers, drinking it in the same way he did when it came from his classmates, only now it was adults. It felt good to be accepted by them, respected by them… even Marcel would tell him what a good job he was doing every time he won a fight. It propped him up, set him apart, and made him feel powerful. His mother didn’t like the change in his attitude, but as the second year of night fights after school came to a close, he was too smitten to care. Anyway, she was getting the money, right? It was for a good cause, he told himself—though that had stopped being the only reason he still put his health and safety on the line some time ago. 

The truth of the matter was that the Barlow family hardly saw any of the winnings—Marcel was keeping most of it for himself, giving the smallest amount possible to his aunt and uncle that would explain his nightly absence: he had a job, of course. And so did Wyatt. It didn’ pay well, but they were doing what they could to help! The family was appreciative, having no idea. Wyatt had no clue how much money he was actually making, and never thought to ask his cousin, because why would he lie? They were family, and family was supposed to stick together.

But Marcel was a liar. And Wyatt didn’t find out until he was seventeen years old. And when he did find out… that temper that had become so synonymous with his battle persona lashed out, bringing his cousin within an inch of his life. Then the boy ran. He couldn't face his family after what he'd done—they'd have too many questions, and he would have to reveal too many secrets and lies. He'd been a good boy, once. And his mother still believed he was; how could he stand to disappoint her?

Fleeing north, Wyatt settled in Boston, still participating in both supernatural and human underground fights after his restaurant shifts to make money—enough to continue sending a stipend back home to the family he'd shamefully abandoned. It was far more than Marcel had been giving them, but he never wrote a return address on the envelopes, determined to keep his distance until the day he felt he'd redeemed himself… as if that day would ever come. The more money he made, the more he could send, so over a decade later when he heard about a permanent fighting ring for supernaturals in a town in Maine (where the cost of living would surely be less), he uprooted his life once more to make the move. 

What he couldn’t know was that there was a devastating defeat in his future that would threaten his more lucrative livelihood and upend his relationship with his family’s curse.

Character Facts: 

Personality: Charismatic, hotblooded, passionate, theatrical, unscrupulous, duplicitous, accommodating, solitary

Wyatt is an alligator lamia and shifts into a massive, scaled creature that resembles a bipedal version of the species native to the bayous of Louisiana. Fully shifted he stands about nine feet tall, but is twice that length if you include his tail. Like an alligator, he will either eat his prey whole or shake it violently enough to make it more bite-sized. Naps are always required after a large meal.

He is Cajun and talks with a peculiar dialect, especially when speaking French.

His other passion besides fighting is food. He's of course very fond of Cajun cuisine, and perhaps somewhat alarmingly, alligator is one of his favorite proteins. Though maybe that’s not a surprise when one considers that he ate his siblings when he was only a few months old.

He spent some time in his late twenties as part of a jazz-rock band (Eddie and the Preachers) in Boston, playing the trumpet. He still likes to take it out and play by the water’s edge at his home on Darkling Lake. He’s also not half-bad with a clarinet.

Wyatt is empathetic toward shifters that are not in control of their abilities, either due to inexperience or other external factors. Assuming he likes the shifter, he may go above and beyond to make sure they’re comfortable and doing okay. He’s worked with many shifters that are treated poorly and it has never sat right with him.

His stage name at the Grit Pit is Lockjaw.

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The Fall Guy (2024) Cast, Release Date, Trailer

"Slated for a March 1, 2024 release by Universal Pictures, 'The Fall Guy' is a fresh take on the 1980s television series, now reimagined as an action comedy film under the direction of David Leitch with Drew Pearce's screenplay. The film brings together Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt, telling the story of Colt, a stuntman whose best days seem behind him. He's thrown into a twisty scenario on a movie set, doubling for an A-list star he once stood in for. The plot thickens when the star disappears, prompting Colt to unravel the mystery, especially as the film's future is at stake and his ex-girlfriend is in the director's chair." Directed byDavid LeitchWritten byDrew PearceBased onThe Fall Guy by Glen A. LarsonProduced byKelly McCormickDavid LeitchRyan GoslingGuymon CasadyStarringRyan GoslingEmily BluntWinston DukeAaron Taylor-JohnsonHannah WaddinghamStephanie HsuCinematographyJonathan SelaEdited byElísabet RonaldsdóttirMusic byDominic LewisProduction companies87North ProductionsEntertainment 360Distributed byUniversal PicturesRelease dateMarch 1, 2024CountryUnited StatesLanguageEnglish

'The Fall Guy': Release Date, Cast, Plot

Riding high from his Oscar-winning performance as Cliff Booth in "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood," Brad Pitt joined forces with David Leitch for the action-comedy "Bullet Train." Similarly, Ryan Gosling, after turning heads with his portrayal of Ken in Greta Gerwig's "Barbie," is already a favorite for Best Supporting Actor this year. Now, Gosling is set to collaborate with Leitch in "The Fall Guy," an action-packed romantic comedy inspired by the 1980s series featuring Lee Majors. This film promises to blend high-octane action with comedic beats, capitalizing on the rich potential of its Hollywood stuntman narrative and the high-caliber talent involved.

The Fall Guy (2024) Cast

Ryan Gosling steps into the shoes of Colt Seavers, a seasoned stuntman, in "The Fall Guy," evoking his memorable role as The Driver in "Drive." Known for blending humor with charm, Gosling's comedic timing, as showcased in "Barbie" and "The Nice Guys," is anticipated to shine once more. Emily Blunt, fresh from her role in "Oppenheimer," portrays Jody Moreno, Colt's ex and a former stuntwoman turned director. Aaron Taylor-Johnson reunites with Leitch post "Bullet Train," embodying the missing star Tom Ryder. The ensemble includes Stephanie Hsu, Winston Duke, Hannah Waddingham, and Teresa Palmer, with industry icon Lee Majors rumored for a cameo. The film has Gosling embracing stunt work, heightening the authenticity of his portrayal.

The Fall Guy (2024) Production

The development of a film adaptation of the 1980s series "The Fall Guy" has seen significant evolution over the years. Initially reported by the Los Angeles Times in July 2010, DreamWorks Pictures set the project in motion with producers Walter F. Parkes and Laurie MacDonald. Martin Campbell was in discussion to direct. The film's distribution was to be managed by DreamWorks through Walt Disney Studios' Touchstone Pictures label for certain regions, with Mister Smith Entertainment handling other territories. By September 2013, the production shifted with Dwayne Johnson in negotiations for the lead role and McG considered for the directorial role. Fast forward to September 2020, a new development surfaced with Ryan Gosling, director David Leitch, and writer Drew Pearce working on an "unnamed stuntman film" under Universal Pictures. It was in May 2022 when it was officially announced that this project was indeed the film adaptation of "The Fall Guy." This new rendition is backed by Universal with Leitch's 87North Productions and Entertainment 360, with production being led by Leitch, Kelly McCormick, Gosling, and Guymon Casady. Pearce serves as an executive producer along with Geoff Shaevitz and the original series creator, Glen A. Larson. Furthermore, the production received financial support from the Australian Government and the New South Wales state authorities, with contributions of A$30 million and A$14.5 million respectively. This investment by Australia was anticipated to significantly benefit the local economy, providing over 1,000 jobs for Australian cast and crew members, as well as involvement for more than 3,015 Australian film extras. Casting The casting for "The Fall Guy" film adaptation saw the addition of several notable actors over time. In September 2022, Emily Blunt was confirmed to join the cast. Around the same time, Ryan Gosling and his family moved to Australia to commence the filming process. A month later, in October 2022, Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Stephanie Hsu were announced as part of the ensemble, with Taylor-Johnson having previously collaborated with director David Leitch on the movie "Bullet Train" (2022). The cast expanded further in November 2022, with Winston Duke, Hannah Waddingham, and Teresa Palmer coming onboard. Filming Filming for "The Fall Guy" took place primarily in Sydney, Australia, with principal photography kicking off in October 2022. The production was set up at the Disney Studios Australia located in Moore Park, Sydney. The media captured scenes of night shoots at the Goulburn Street parking lot, where Ryan Gosling was spotted with long hair and a beard. A notable filming event included the temporary closure of the Sydney Harbour Bridge in January 2023 to accommodate scenes featuring Gosling. Filming concluded on March 2, 2023. Music The film's musical aspects were also given significant attention. Dominic Lewis was responsible for composing the score of "The Fall Guy." Additionally, country music artist Blake Shelton contributed to the soundtrack by covering "Unknown Stuntman," which was the theme song of the original series performed by Lee Majors.

What Is 'The Fall Guy' About?

"The Fall Guy" film adaptation centers on Colt Seavers, a stuntman currently without work, who receives an unexpected call from his former girlfriend, now making her directorial debut with a high-budget Hollywood film. He's brought on board to perform stunts for an up-and-coming, yet insufferable, action movie star. But when the star mysteriously disappears, Colt is thrust into a mission to locate and rescue him from the gritty depths of Hollywood, all while aiming to reignite an old romance, ensure the movie's completion, and cement his status as the top stuntman in the business. This narrative deviates from the original television series, where Lee Majors' Colt Seavers not only performed stunts but also led a double life as a bounty hunter, encountering a new adventure each week. Known for its spectacular stunts, action-packed scenes tailored to its budget, and a humorously self-aware tone, the series was a hallmark of its era. The upcoming movie intends to strike a different chord, with director David Leitch blending action with comedy in a fresh, engaging storyline that draws from his extensive experience in the stunt world.

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top 10 fcs to write against

Ask me my "TOP 5/TOP 10" anything!

This is nigh impossible for me to answer for many reasons. On the one hand, I'm not picky with FCs, as a hot character is more important to me than the FC itself being super hot. Secondly, I drool over so many men and my preferences shift so much that it's hard to pick a definitive top 10. However, here are 10 of the men that come to mind that I am thirstiest for these days and am not getting enough of, in alphabetical order:

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Chris Pratt

Derek Theler

Florian Munteanu

Josh Dallas

Lewis Tan

Nolan Gerard Funk

Pablo Schreiber

Rainer Dawn

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